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Title: Looking For Secrets
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: writers_choice
Prompt: #5, In the kitchen
Author's Note: Sequel to "Confronting His Memories."
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Hannibal Lecter or Will Graham, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.


He had never liked this kitchen.

There was something about it that never felt quite right to him, Will thought with a shudder as he looked around. It just felt .... evil.

He'd never been allowed to spend much time in here, but he wasn't exactly sure why. He knew that Hannibal kept his kitchen immaculate, but somehow, he didn't think that was the only reason that the other man had never wanted him to poke around in this room.

If Hannibal was hiding something, this didn't seem to be the place to do so. Who hid things in a kitchen? And what could he hide here that was so important?

He'd never really felt as though he wanted to spend time in here, not really. Hannibal somehow seemed far too attached to this kitchen, and that had made Will feel uncomfortable. He'd almost felt jealous, as though Hannibal's kitchen was his rival in some ways.

That was ridiculous, wasn't it? There had been no reason for him to have felt jealous of a place just because Hannibal had liked to spend time here.

Still, this room held a sense of foreboding.

Will frowned as he looked over at the door that led to the walk-in freezer. Hannibal always kept that locked; he'd never told Will why.

Something in him didn't want to go into that freezer. He couldn't say exactly why, but it just felt .... wrong. He didn't want to see what was there; some sort of sixth sense told him that he didn't want to confront whatever was there while he was alone.

Will tried to scoff at that sense of foreboding, to tell himself that there was no reason for him to be afraid. It was only a freezer; what could possibly be in there to scare him?

Knowing Hannibal, it could be anything.

Maybe that was where he kept the bodies of his victims, Will thought with a shudder. If it was, then he had to look, to make sure that he was right.

Then he had to call Jack, and get the FBI here. If he was right about this, then they would have more than enough to keep Hannibal behind bars for the rest of his life. He didn't think that Hannibal would ever be freed, but he wanted to be absolutely sure.

They'd found concrete evidence of Hannibal's crimes, enough to put him away. But Will wanted to expose all of what Hannibal had done, bring it all into the light.

He wanted to find all of the monster's secrets and show them to the world. It was .... his revenge. A revenge that would taste extremely sweet. It was what had driven him to this house, looking for secrets that he wasn't even sure he was going to find.

He was sure that he'd find something. There had to be secrets hidden here that no one had been able to uncover yet, and Will was sure that he was the person to find them. He just hoped that he didn't find more bodies, not when he was here on his own.

What bothered Will the most was that they had only found parts of bodies so far. They'd never found one complete body. Only pieces.

What could Hannibal have done with the rest of them? He thought he knew, but that idea was so horrifying that he didn't want to give it credence. He didn't want to believe that he could have actually thought anyone who could do something like that had been his friend.

Hannibal wasn't his friend, Will told himself. He didn't know how to be anyone's friend. He only knew how to lie and manipulate for his own advantage.

There had never been a true friendship between them.

Hannibal would say otherwise, but that was a lie. Hannibal might have thought that they had some kind of twisted friendship, but Will knew better.

The man repulsed him. He didn't even want to call Hannibal a man; knowing that he was the Chesapeake Ripper, and knowing that he had tried to set Will up to die for the crimes that he'd committed, only drove home the fact that Hannibal was a monster.

He almost turned away, almost headed back towards the front door and out of the house. But something made him move towards the freezer, step by slow step.

He felt as though he was in a daze, not in control of his own actions.

Will stopped with his hand on the handle of the freezer door, wondering if it was still locked. If it was, then he'd call Jack, and get people over here to open it.

He hoped that it was locked. Something told him that he didn't want to walk into that freezer alone, that whatever might be hidden behind this heavy steel door was something that he didn't want to have to face on his own, that it would be too much for him.

But he had to go inside. He had to know what secrets Hannibal kept hidden in there, even if they'd be so unsettling that he would never forget them.

Still, it was almost impossible for him to open the door. He stood there, frozen in place, unable to tug at the handle. After a few moments, he forced himself to do so, hoping that the door would be firmly locked and he wouldn't be able to find the key.

But to Will's surprise, the door swung open easily, silently, on well-oiled hinges. Steeling himself, he took one step forward, then another.

And stopped short, his jaw dropping open, his eyes widening in shock.